Robert Rorabeck

Wanting To Be Hers - Poem by Robert Rorabeck

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New rivers in the full horizon- beautiful words that I don’t even knowNewly budding in a cemetery- and how they hold overFor her like candles On her holidays- ripe as corn in an unabashed field-Brown as her body looking at the Sugar cane burning, As she came over to America and pulled up to the movies, As the raindrops of another place- Hit her body once or twice wanting to be hers.